Bjolfwyr Fergusson 

Bjolfwyr had followed the mysterious woman to some remote village. He circled overhead, scanning the village and committing it to memory for his teleportation magic. The village itself was crudely crafted in his eyes, and did not look to possess anything of significance worth taking, but Bjolfwyr wanted to know more about this magic user. He landed gently and silently as close to the village as he could, still cloaking his movements with illusions. Having found a good spot to nestle, he decided to eavesdrop using his advanced sense of hearing on this little conversation going on between the villagers and the newcomer.